With trembling, thin hands I reach

And peer beneath the apocalypse veil

To alight upon waste and loss and ending

Overwhelming the remnants of senses so frail

The architects of desolation

Lies in muddled heaps and jumbled ranks

Within soils of regret

Within soils of lament

Screaming a song of mourning to the empty halls

Of a sky stripped of all life and meaning

Too late now to rail at what is

Long ago sown were the seeds of this bitter harvest

So eager was a selfish spirit

To cast its soul to the pyre

And bleach its world to monochrome

Reap now thy legacy

Revel in the hollow shell

On my knees on a plateau of ashes

Scooping forlornly at the dead soils of lost dreams

Clawing at the ruins

To dig back to a time that promised so much

Now a pitiful and faded spectre dangling from the gallows

All has been surrendered to the maw of the void

Charnel gales of decay and hopelessness consume the senses

Revel in the hollow shell

Reap now thy barren and cold legacy

All is dust, desolation and failure

All is lost... all is lost...